something wicked this way comes

outside, the air is steamy and the wind pulsates wildly through tree branches. leaves linger on the footpath, dogs yap from inner-city courtyards and there's a subtle mumbling from the dark clouds above. i've always loved the ominous weather that comes with the changing of the seasons. it reminds me of Macbeth and Hamlet, plays in which clawed birds circled overhead and dark clouds gathered when something terrible was imminent. i love the suspense; something is certainly changing with the wind, I'm sure of it. 

off to bed soonish, i plan to dream of a cute south american boy serenading me while at a sidewalk cafe overlooking the havana seawall, sipping dark caribbean rum and twirling a cuban cigar between my fingers. sigh...

ness x